I see the way you look at me
With lust in your eyes
No real love to be found there
Underneath your disguise
And I’m tired of being the girl
Who says she doesn’t care
When nobody ever sees her
As if she’s really there
I can fulfill all your fantasies
But my true worth you’ll never see
As long as you keep looking
At the outside of me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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So clever and beautifully written
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Thank you, Dave. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Perfect. Men waste so much time with exterior, when it Is the interior that truly matters.
Loved this.
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Thank you… and for me it goes both ways. The heart of a person matters so much more to me. Really wish more people could see how important this really is.
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Oh so true!
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